World Of Terror

Headside
By my
Bedside
My body is in Africa
And my soul in Paris
With prayers and solidarity
For the lost lives
As i search in His holiness
For definitions of such atrocities
Through stillness in the dark
Comes light that denies the fact
I ask myself why?
Godly Terror
Why?
Staining His righteousness
With the blood of innocent souls
Lying beside and along quietly...
By the head side
As i pray...to the
Almighty may their souls rest in peace...

Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: terrorism
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